When heaven joins the battle against you, who could stand?

People did not go jumping from one place to another with nothing in between. It simply did not happen.

Death wears many faces, but it’s stench is always the same.

That Arthur has not always existed seems odd to me. Like the wind on the moors and the wild winter stars, surely he has always lived . . . and always will.

The air crackled with the presage of lightning, and a heavy mist descended around them.

Knowledge is a burden--once taken up, it can never be discarded.

Jump blind and you might find yourself on the rim of a raging volcano, or smack in the middle of a battlefield during a savage war, or on a swiftly tilting ice floe in a tempest-tossed sea.